is your son disabled?
i worked in an amusement arcade (barrys, if you're from northern ireland) when i was 15. we had a policy that disabled kids (wobblies) and their guardians (keepers) always got on the carousel for free.

my pal - really clever, but no common sense - frequently asked parents if their child was disabled.

he genuinely didnt think he was doing anything wrong, just doing his job efficiently. afterwards we used to watch the bemused parents checking their kids for signs of mong as they went round and round on the horses.

also - another pal's dad beat the tar out of his wife - black eyes, the works. at the time my girlfriends mum worked with my pals mum, and (not knowing that she'd been given a kicking) after seeing her sneak into the office wearing large dark sunglasses, she played a practical joke. she phoned up pretending to be a local rep for a battered wives refuge, would she like to join? my pals mum rightly hung up, never spoke to janes mum again. i heard janes mum tell this story three times, and each time i wanted to blurt out the truth, but never had the balls. it would have killed her.

she was gorgeous. janes mum, not jane.
(big fat lazy man on a sofa is giving his piles a bloody good clawing, Wed 21 Apr 2004, 14:33, Reply)